Nowhere Ridge, TN
It's something I've never been able to "explain" to someone that hasn't experienced it. It happened at a young age, it's like imprinting. I have permanent memories, sights, sounds and smells from the arcades in the 60s. Maybe it was the ozone from all those switches and relays clicking. I will forever remember rows of pins, bowlers and skill games. The 80s shot the moon. I could draw a diagram of the games and their position in my local arcade. Close my eyes and I hear the sounds of the video attract modes. I still feel that inner thrill when I play. It will never go away. Now grown older, and sold most all of my pins, it hasn't changed. The thrill of the arcade will never die until I do.
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